Call me from Albermarle Station if you can I hope you find your concentration beneath those ceiling fans We used to dance in this split-level ranch When moonlight flooded the room Now you're gone and the shades are all drawn In my air conditioned tomb Bad roads, bad snow, bad bridges Could turn a once bad man religious If your kingdom ever comes You better run There must be a spanish word for this feeling The rush I get when I am stealing From the Dust Congress Whose dollars and dimes Say "in dust we trust" (The world is not ready for you) I passed an abandoned drive-in With ivy growing over the screen It was like I caught Hollywood sleeping- Sleep without dreams A magic shop in Colonial Watts Something gets pushed by the wind The worlds not ready The worlds not ready The chimes of rabies are ringing again Bad roads, bad snow, bad bridges Could turn a once bad man religious If your kingdom ever comes You better run There must be a pool out behind the church Cause he looked so cool in the back of a hearse After a fortnight of his trial All the citizens began to dress in his style (It's a beautiful world)